As England Decays** Poem by Neil Young
As England Decays**
Above, the loosened plaster falls away,
Revealing bones of lath and perished beams.
Underfoot, its dust and crumbled pieces lay,
Their jigsaws too far gone for us to solve.
Darkness leans against my torchlight, trembling.
Shadows sway, their perfume decadent and damp.
Once, a coffered ceiling, Tudor-white, stared down;
Now moonlight, washed-out summers drip-drip in.
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